Sunday, December 22, 2013

The Bank Got me Drunk

Here's a disappearing custom - the complementary glass of hootch at the bank while you wait to see if you can afford that silver trinket for your wife. The petrol station also used to offer a glass of Christmas cheer, but I haven't seen this particular custom for a few years now. I blame society! In modern times rather, we are regaled with endless stories of the revolting Catalonian caganers, little Nativity figurines - usually politicians - taking a dump. Very charming. Personally, I'll stick to the Anis del Mono.

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